That night, Zhong Shuyu's fever finally broke. Near dawn, she woke up as well. The moment she opened her eyes, she saw a dark-skinned maid dozing beside the bed.
"You..."
She wanted to speak, but her throat was terribly hoarse.
Chunxiang, who had been nodding off, jolted awake. Seeing that Zhong Shuyu had opened her eyes, she said joyfully, "You're finally awake. Come, don't talk yet. Drink some water to soothe your throat."
As she spoke, she helped her sit up and fed her water little sip by little sip.
After drinking a few mouthfuls, Zhong Shuyu's throat was finally not quite so hoarse. She asked, "Who are you? Where is this?"
Her voice was still exceedingly weak.
Chunxiang did not answer, merely saying, "Lie down first. I'll go get Young Master."
After laying her back down, she pattered out of the room.
After quite a while, Zhong Shuyu saw the dark-skinned maid return with a man in tow. It was Chen Ming.
Her gaze was complicated. "You saved me?"
Chen Ming said, "By all accounts, we're fellow disciples. Naturally, I wouldn't stand by and watch you die."
Something in his words seemed to provoke her, and she suddenly flew into a rage. "Who asked you to save me?"
Chunxiang, standing nearby, was displeased. "How can you be so unreasonable? Do you know that Young Master took on enormous risk to save you? Six Doors even searched their way to our door. To cover up the smell of blood, Young Master cut himself and lost so much blood. It would have been one thing if you didn't thank him, but you even lost your temper at him. Is that how you treat the person who saved your life?"
Zhong Shuyu was left speechless by the string of accusations and lowered